All it took to cloud the happiness he obtained was a threat and a word. First his mother screamed at him, and his father ignored it. "How could you ruin the Prince name and become a Gryffindor? Do you know what my mother would do? She already views me as scum on the street and now-" words began to meld together and eventually it was all the same. She only hit him once but he was starting to grow and soon he'd be taller. He wouldn't take it from her then, so she began to lay off. Her disappointment was astounding. But while clouded, his happiness was still there.
Lily Evans. Beautiful, smart, charming, witty, caring, oh so very caring, and always thoughtful. Good with potions and always willing to stand up for people who deserve better than what they've got. Never caring what makes a person. Perhaps the first person in his life to ever love him. If only she knew how he loved her. He was 12 now, 12 years old and he knew right now more than ever he loved her. And he always would.
He waited for the bruising to go down and then went to see her. He knew if he waited too long she would wonder into Spinner's End and he would like to avoid that as much as possible.
"Going to see that little mud blood are you?"
Severus scoffed.
"As I recalled mother, you are the blood traitor. I'm just following in your footsteps."
The house fell silent as Severus stormed out. He would not take kindly to those calling Lily a mud blood. Ever.